Okay there wasn't wifi in the mountains... But I'm back now with a lot of chapters! You get eight chapters. Unfortunately I'm running into writer's block a lot, but I promise I won't give up on this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider. Like, uh, DUH.
Chapter 11
Sabina Pleasure was bored. Very, very bored. Everyone was else was at the meeting, and she had nothing to do. She didn't think it was a good idea to wander the halls by herself in a place she'd never been. Then Sabina remembered something that Alex had told her. "If you need something and can't find me, David's on our side. His room is right next to yours." She had no idea if David was at the meeting or not, but it wouldn't hurt to check.
His door swung open when she knocked on it, and she peeked inside. The room was almost too neat to belong to a teenage boy, but he was a spy. Lying on the bed was his journal. Sabina's eyes widened- this was her chance to learn more about him, but it wasn't exactly ethical to read someone else's journal. After dithering back and forth for a few minutes, she decided to read it. After all, he wasnt the type of person to talk about himself, and this might be her only chance to find out who he really is. Glancing around, she shut the door and hurried over to the bed. Flipping the journal open to the latest entry, she began to read.
"Today that girl Alex dragged into this said that my life 'might have been rough'. She is talking about thing she couldn't fathom. My mom, my dad and my sister were murdered before my eyes. The murderer kidnapped me and my brother and left us in a ditch. We walked around town for hours after that, but nobody would help us. Then I met Mr. Moriarty. He told me that he'd help us if I joined the Indian secret service. I agreed and they kept my brother in a nearby building. Some time later, I had been through a lot. Torture, friends stabbing me in the back (sometimes literally) and then my so-called 'best friend' kills my brother. I can't trust anyone, but me. Thats why... thats why I have to stop thinking about her."
Sabina closed the book, too shaken to read any more. She knew from Alex's experience that it was a common theme among secret services to manipulate people into working for them, but she never thought anyone would do this. David must be as good as Alex if the the Indian secret service would go through that much to make him work for them. Just then, Sabina realized how truly naive she was. She knew virtually nothing about spies. At first, she'd been hypnotized by the James Bond movies, and the glamour of being the friend of someone who had saved the world. When she was kidnapped a couple years ago, it had become all too real for her, but she still thought it was all glamour. Now, though, she had a sense of what it was really like to be a spy.
Footsteps sounded outside, and Sabina quickly placed the book back on the bed. Looking around for somewhere to hide, she dove into the bathroom. The door swung open, and she heard David call something to Alex. Then Sabina realized he was coming into the bathroom. Before she could do something, anything, the door opened and David came in, pulling off his shirt. He wasn't looking in her direction, and he reached behind the curtain and switched the shower on. Sabina tried to creep past him and out the open door, but the floor creaked and he spun around. Sabina froze with her hand on the doorknob, looking uncommonly like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.
"What are you doing?" David asked, his eyes stormy.
"Oh, this isn't my bathroom?" Sabina feigned nonchalance. "My bad. I'll just be on my way, then." She made a mad dash around him, but he caught her around the waist before she could get very far.
"I know someone's been in my room," he told her. "I assumed they already left, but apparently not. Why were you snooping in my room?"
"I was looking for you," Sabina said, her cheeks red. "I saw your journal, and I couldn't resist. I'm sorry."
"You read my journal?!" David exclaimed. "What...what part did you read?"
"Today's..." Sabina whispered, avoiding his gaze. Then she glanced down at where his hands were still around her waist. "Um, do you think you could let me go now?" Both of them blushed furiously as he released her.
"Just...just forget about it, okay?" David said. "Forget everything you read, and lets pretend this never happened."
"David, I'm sorry about your fam-" she started.
"Don't," he cut her off. "This changes nothing. And do NOT pity me." Sabina nodded weakly, then made her escape, blinking back tears.
A little later...
"Sabina?" Alex called, poking his head into her room. He'd just suffered through an extremely long meeting during which Jillian and Nathan had taken turns droning on about their plans to kill most of the world, and now his best friend had seemingly disappeared. Then he realized she was lying facedown on her bed, her black hair fanned out around her, emitting soft snores. Alex gently flipped her over and pulled the blankets over her. He stopped short when he noticed the tear tracks running down her face, and the wet spot on her bed. Leaving her room, he went over to talk to David.
"So, do you have any idea why Sab cried herself to sleep?" Alex asked, leaning against David's doorknob with his arms crossed. David looked up from his book with a slightly shocked expression on his face. "She cried herself to sleep?" He repeated.
"That's what I said," Alex said. "Did you say something to her?"
"Well, I might have yelled at her a little," David responded, looking away from Alex's hard stare. "But she read my journal!"
"What did you write that would make her cry?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure she wasn't crying because you snapped at her." David sighed, then flipped his journal open and handed it to Alex.
Alex sat down on the bed to read, and David's eyes never left him the entire time he was reading. "Wow," Alex said, finally looking up. "I'm guessing you don't want me to say I'm sorry. I know I hated it when people kept telling me they felt sorry for me after my uncle's death."
"You went through some of the stuff I did," David said, his eyes analyzing Alex. "Didn't you?"
"Yes, well, the secret services seem to like doing that sort of stuff to us," Alex said dryly. "I think most spies go through something rough that makes them become a spy. You should hear Ben's story."
"Tomorrow," David got out through a yawn. Taking the hint, Alex got up to leave, closing the door on his way out. Before he shut it, he saw David pull out a pen and his journal again.
AN: I don't know what Ben's story is, and I'm not going to make something up. It won't be in this story, but that would be an interesting fanfic.
